The town of Bree is larger than most would think, and unless one spends much of their free time to idly wander its cobbled-stone streets, they would be unfamiliar to them. It was the foreign feel and the strange air about the shadowed alleyways that closed in about the young Thomas Rhineheart. His eyes scanned every building, every corner, seeking some sign of his beloved parents, whom he would soon discover dead and disfigured.
Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Zeznik.
